My imagination

Is weird

It’s wonky

It’s everything I love

Somewhere I wish to go

Someone I wish to see

Everything I wanna be

My imagination

Makes the wildest things

Weirdest dreams

Craziest ideas

All come true

In daydreaming

Or in writing

Or somewhere in between

My imagination

Is weird

It’s wonky

Is everything my family hates

Something to be hated

Something to not understand

Something to not listen to at all

My imagination

Is crazy

Unrealistic

Unneeded

Unwanted

They don’t understand

The reasoning

So it’s automatically bad

My imagination

Makes me stupid

Makes me unfocused

Makes me annoying

Makes me weird

And all sorts of things

So why do I have it?

My imagination

Makes _no one _

In person

Want to listen to me yap

About my daydreams

My stories

My fictional characters

And fictional places

My imagination

Makes me write

Makes me imagine

Makes me sing

Makes me create

Makes me happy

Makes me whole

My imagination

Does a wonderful thing

That nothing else

In this world can do

Not a place

Not a thing

Not even a person (for right now anyway)

But it makes me _me_